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Ind. roleplay blog for Aiden Pearce of Ubisoft's Watch Dogs. Semi-selective, multiverse, highly crossover and OC friendly. Please have a look at the rules!

[haacked]

Everything is connected, and I'll use that to expose, to protect

And if necessary … to PUNISH

Ind. Aiden Pearce of the Watch Dogs series, forever adored by Raeve. Heavily headcanon-based, crossover and AU friendly, open to OCs. Please check out the Rules before interacting!

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[haacked]

Between tomorrow and Wednesday, I'm planning to be around, bouncing between this blog and another. I appreciate everyone's patience while I'm trying to get my crap together, on top of dealing with con chaos and whatnot. Gonna throw some memes and starter/inbox calls out there in a bit just to get back into the swing of things.

And, since it's Munday, have a few more pics from the con this weekend~

(I couldn't draw a good circle...so we used a donut sldkfjs)

[haacked]

Will be more active soon. It be con season so I'm a little tied up lmao

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  mixed action prompts.   adjust phrasing as desired.   potentially mature content within.  )

[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."

[ 2. ] sender teaches receiver self-defense, hands firm on their hips as they adjust their stance.

[ 3. ] sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, "i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving."

[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.

[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.

[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss.

[ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here."

[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me."

[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself."

[ 10. ] sender finds receiver drunk at a party, sighing. "let’s get you home."

[ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.

[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”

[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?"

[ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.

[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.

[ 16. ] sender frantically grips receiver by the shoulders, "don't you dare close your eyes."

[ 17. ] sender fixes receiver’s crooked [ tie / jewelry ], teasing, "nervous?"

[ 18. ] sender shakes receiver out of a nightmare, comforting them in the aftermath. "same nightmare again?"

[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver.

[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect."

[ 21. ] sender leaves a single rose on receiver’s windshield with a note: "you’re being followed. smile."

[ 22. ] sender pins receiver’s wrists during a sparring match, grinning, "yield."

[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then."

[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."

[ 25. ] receiver returns home only to find sender already there. "finally."

[ 26. ] after a pleasant night out together, sender asks: "can i kiss you goodnight?"

[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up."

[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."

[ 29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real."

[ 30. ] sender purposefully antagonizes receiver, hurling insults; "what are you gonna do about it?"

[resourcesofaqueen]

Thematic Headcanons. A series of subject-specific headcanons you can ask your favorite blog and muse.

hc + 🤝 for a headcanon about a connection with one of the receiver's mutual

hc + 👪 for a family-themed headcanon

hc + 🧡 for a friendship-themed headcanon

hc + 💌 for a romance-themed headcanon

hc + 💕 for a loved-themed headcanon

hc + 💔 for a headcanon about a sad experience

hc + 🤥 for a lie-themed headcanon

hc + 😶 for a headcanon about a secret they know of / keep

hc + 😴 for a sleep-themed headcanon

hc + 🌇 for a headcanon about morning- or evening rituals

hc + 🧼 for a hygiene-themed headcanon

hc + 🏠 for a home-themed headcanon

hc + 😃 for a happiness-themed headcanon

hc + 😨 for a fear-themed headcanon

hc + 🤕 for a pain-themed headcanon

hc + 🚶‍♂️ for a habit-themed headcanon

hc + 👍 for a headcanon about things they like

hc + 👎 for a headcanon about things they dislike

hc + 💪 for a sport-themed headcanon

hc + 😡 for a headcanon about something that makes them angry

hc + 👻 for a headcanon about supernatural occurrences

hc + 🥣 for a food-themed headcanon

hc + ☕ for a drink-themed headcanon

hc + 🐈 for a pet/animal-themed headcanon

hc + 🌸 for a plant-themed headcanon

hc + 🌄 for an outdoor-themed headcanon

hc + 🌍 for a travel-themed headcanon

hc + 🗡 for a weapon-themed headcanon

hc + 🎡 for a hobby-themed headcanon

hc + 🚗 for a transportation-themed headcanon

hc + ⏳ for a time-themed headcanon

hc + 🌘 for a night-themed headcanon

hc + 🌞 for a day-themed headcanon

hc + 🪐 for a universe-themed headcanon

hc + 🌂 for a weather-themed headcanon

hc + ⛄ for a season-themed headcanon

hc + 🎉 for a celebration-themed headcanon

hc + 🏆 for a goal-themed headcanon

hc + 💯 for an achievement-themed headcanon

hc + 🚬 for a headcanon about a bad habit

hc + 🎭 for an arts-/crafts-themed headcanon

hc + ✂️ for a hair-themed headcanon

hc + 👗 for a clothes-themed headcanon

hc + 💍 for a jewelry-themed headcanon

hc + 💄 for a makeup-themed headcanon

hc + 🎓 for an education-themed headcanon

hc + 📿 for a faith-themed headcanon

hc + 🎵 for a music-themed headcanon

hc + 📱 for a media-themed headcanon

hc + 🎥 for a film/tv-themed headcanon

hc + 📔 for a reading-themed headcanon

hc + 💰 for a money-themed

hc + 💼 for a job-themed headcanon

hc + 💉 for a medical-themed headcanon

hc + 🛒 for a shopping-themed headcanon

hc + 🔞 for a nsfw-headcanon

hc + ❓ for a headcanon of the receiver's choice

[haacked]

Why is it that, whenever I try to get back on here and have fun, everything needs to hit the fan, like clockwork. I am so sorry for disappearing again, omg. I swear I'm back, things just need to...y'know. Stop lmao

[haacked]

Y'know what my RP life needs? AUs.

Give me Aiden taking what he thinks is just a normal, run-of-the-mill fixer contract, doing what he does best, and finding out later that his target was another person working under Abstergo's banner, catching attention from one side or the other bc let's face it; the guy could be a great asset to have in your corner, or he could be a tremendous thorn in your side.

The notorious 'runner for hire that only a select handful of people have even seen let alone worked alongside. He's notorious among mercs and NCPD alike; some of the stories are true, some of them were fabricated by the gossipers that frequent the Afterlife, but either way, one thing is for sure: when someone mentions The Fox, people pay attention.

Digging into a suspected trafficking ring, only to find out that the people he's been tailing aren't gathering people for the usual reasons -- they're gathering people to use as their guinea pigs, intending to infect them with insert some nasty virus here just to see what happens. It's a horrific way to get roped into things, but such is the game he plays and the risk he takes doing what he does.

The elusive "Gray Fox" targeting raider bands that have made particular nuisances of themselves - preying on settlements and small groups just trying to survive the wastelands - and returning any valuables he finds on the bodies later to aforementioned groups and settlements.

I'll think of more eventually and add things to this list but like, AUs! Give me all the AUs!

[hampurrger]

:( guys

[haacked]

❝Well, that is certainly shellfish of you to hoard all that.❞

...really.

He will be the first to admit - albeit silently - that the bloody things are disgusting. Perhaps real was better, as it would explain why so many people flocked to pay an arm and leg for the stuff, but imitation was the best available on the go. Supposedly, it was still good. A few former associates claimed to prefer it, and now he's wondering whether or not those select few had functioning taste buds. Chewing a damned rubber band would be better - and yet, he's not so willing to part with the package. Not anymore. Oh, no, Aiden is just going to roll his eyes and continue trudging down the street, with or without his companion in tow, while slipping the package back into his pocket for the time being. It no longer mattered that he found them repulsive; after a pun like that, Vasco could find his own damn crab sticks.

[bsf-ayoyo]

🎂

[haacked]

"Pearce? Still looking at this screen?"

She asked as she entered the room. Her light steps barely echoing in the fairly empt space. The Afro-American could swear he didn't even seemed to blink while working on the computer, how did he do that?

"Look..."

The woman started, walking closer to the table where he was inclined against. The smell of fresh home-made food getting closer with her.

In her hands, she held a two plates of a Ghanaian Traditional Food, "Red-Red". A stew made of beans complimented with potatoes and meat in each one of the plates.

"... You have been sitting here for hours and I haven't seen you eat once. So here, you need to eat actual food for once instead of those Quinkie's burgers you keep shoving down you throat."

Morowa then placed one of them right beside his computer, smiling slightly.

"And I didn't poisoned it, don't worry."

She said in a light tone, chuckling inwards at her own little joke.

How easily time just slips away.  Scanning lines of code scrolling across the screen, squinting against the light piercing through the dim light of the room, the rhythmic tapping of fingers across a keyboard - he had grown so accustomed that, in combination, it worked well enough to drown out nearly everything around him.  In a way, there is a therapeutic aspect to it, indulging in something he has loved for so many years, so even the tedious task of scanning for faults can draw him in and point his brain in another direction for a while.  Only for a little while.  Left to his own devices, he'd be there for most of the night.  After all, there's a task at hand, and the cold coffee on the desk beside him said he could make it a few more hours without stopping.

How easily time just slips away.  Scanning lines of code scrolling across the screen, squinting against the light piercing through the dim light of the room, the rhythmic tapping of fingers across a keyboard - he had grown so accustomed that, in combination, it worked well enough to drown out nearly everything around him.  In a way, there is a therapeutic aspect to it, indulging in something he has loved for so many years, so even the tedious task of scanning for faults can draw him in and point his brain in another direction for a while.  Only for a little while.  Left to his own devices, he'd be there for most of the night.  After all, there's a task at hand, and the cold coffee on the desk beside him said he could make it a few more hours without stopping.

So engrossed had he been that the sound of his name was enough to shake him out of his trance.  Concentration shattered, he finally tears his gaze away from the screen, blinking against the jarring contrast created by the single lamp barely combating the room's darkness.  Only familiarity keeps him in his chair instead of rising to meet a potential threat, which…she is not, not as far as he can tell.   "They're fuel, and they haven't killed me yet, so they can't be that bad."

She does raise a valid question:  when was the last time he'd eaten?  His mind swears it was just a few hours ago.  It had to be just a few; he'd grabbed something quick before diving into his current project, and that had only been – his eyes dart down to the lower corner, fixing on the current date and time, only to realize just how far off his assumption was.  It wasn't Thursday anymore, meaning what he'd believed was only a few hours ago was yesterday afternoon.  It couldn't be helped; he'd gotten distracted by the little thumb drive and the possibilities it held.  Now that the thought of his own well-being is back in play, his body is fully prepared to revolt against the mistreatment.  Whatever his companion has in hand – Red-Red..? – smells divine, so maybe...

Maybe a short break wouldn't hurt.

" Great.  That makes me feel so much better. "  The venom is light, as close to playful as one like himself can manage these days, while he finally draws away from his work to lean in for a closer look.  At the very least, it is a blaring reminder of how long he'd gone without a proper meal.  His body's earlier revolt quickly turns to silent pleading with the rational part of his mind, and it seems the choice is – well, there is no choice, is there?  Even if he had wanted to refuse, at this point, he's not so sure he could. So, he soon finds himself inching sideways, away from the keyboard to the empty section of the table now serving as his makeshift desk, dragging the plate closer as he settles into a new spot. " -- thanks."

unprompted (always accepting) // @aiza-luna

[matsudoku-deactivated20200616]

Aiden being a total dork.

[haacked]

@waatched // starter call: Even the dead tell stories.

The soft creak beneath his shoe masks itself among the many stemming from different corners of the building. Old wood and dust were a perfect match, stretching seamlessly down every hallway; peppering walls among torn bits of wallpaper and crumbling plaster. Perhaps at one point, it had been lovely, a welcoming home to many, and now it sits in ruin, occupied only by the homeless and the occasional felon looking to lay low somewhere with ample hiding spots. In this case, it was the latter that brought them there and had them combing musty rooms: one of their -- his, targets had made their way in here, and unlike other jobs, this time Aiden has help tracking the bastard down. However, as it turns out, finding the guy he's after isn't going to be a problem.

A single step and he's pushing a door open, wincing at the sharp creak that pierces the quiet, and as Aiden follows the movement inward, he nearly collides with the battered wood just it collides with...something. Another push yields the same result, and he's not foolish enough to try the same thing a third time, so the next comes with two hundred pounds thrown into it, his shoulder taking the brunt of the hit and finally jarring the door enough to make room for entry. And upon squeezing through the gap, he's soon face-to-face with the cause of the blockade...and his target. On the ground and unmoving, limbs at weird angles, his skin turning a rather unnatural shade of...

"Ah, Jesus..."

Dead, he's dead, long before Aiden ever laid eyes on him, which doesn't help the whole job situation. Dead was the end goal, after he got the information he needed, but Aiden was supposed to be the one to take him down. The immediate thought was, someone else got to the guy first, but the more he looks at the aftermath, the more it seems...off. Everything from the unnatural position of the body (though that, in part, could be attributed to his stunt with the door mere moments before) to the jagged, bizarre wounds all over it to the expression solidified on what was left of the face and the fact that the corpse was left at the scene -- it all seemed sloppy for a fixer's work. Too sloppy...but he'll file that away in the back of his mind for the time being, and keep his guard up until they had the other half of their prize and got the hell out of there.

He'd made a point to block the entry the moment he'd seen the man on the floor, and still he hadn't budged to make any semblance of room, ensuring he obstructed even the slightest view the boy behind him may have had. Death was nothing new to either of them, as he's well aware...but something about that man does not sit right with him. Gavin doesn't need to see it, too.

"Look around out there -- but don't wander off too far," he says lowly after the tension begins to fade into something more manageable. An order meant as both direction and distraction. "Apparently, he spent a lot of time here, so there has to be something."

[haacked]

— “Maybe, it’s about time you took a break,” Gavin says, smiling warmly. “you need one. Plus, you’ve been gone for a while … spend some time with your son?”

Another command input, another mass of code scrolling across a wall of black. A prompt here, an error there, and it becomes the hundredth time in the last however long it's been that he swears his eyes are starting to cross from staring at the screen. Caught up in the details, tying up the final few loose ends of the last job, it was inevitable that time might slip away from him, but he hadn't realized how lost he'd gotten in the rhythmic sounds of his fingers flying across keys until a voice jarred him out of the trance. A familiar voice, or else it may have earned a more violent reaction than the little jump it gets.  His vision takes its sweet time to adjust when it tears from his work, surveying the source of the voice elsewhere in the room. He squints through the dusk and, as if visual confirmation was the missing piece he needed, all measure of annoyance fades - who appreciates being startled, after all?

How long had it been since he'd taken a break?  The crackling protest his back makes when he stretches seems to suggest it's been exactly too long, and as much as he hates to admit it, Gavin is right on all fronts.  Old habits die hard, it seems.  It's so easy to get lost in his work, even in the closing details.  He'd taken yet another day to neglect himself, if the aching muscles and persistent pang in his stomach were anything to go by, and as it happens, that was not the only thing. Fortunately, the entire day hadn't slipped by, meaning there's still plenty of time to rectify both.

" - sure, alright." It's his voice, but there's an edge to it, a weariness he'd ignored with practiced ease that now rings loud and clear, even to his own ears. " I guess I could use a break."

@waatched // unprompted

[rpmsngs-a]

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

[mcxsteamy]

;PSA

THIS MUN ENCOURAGES THE FOLLOWING; 

you to send me all the memes you like; I may not always reply, and sometimes I will take a while to get to them but never be scared to send memes, even if there aren’t from a specific thing I’ve reblogged or we aren’t mutuals, memes are open to everyone. 

you to ask me questions if you like both IC or OOC, & IM me even if we AREN’T mutuals. 

you to turn any of our memes into threads.

you to send me Drabble or prompt requests.

you to remind me if I’ve forgot about our thread, I won’t be mad. Sometimes I need a kick up the ass. 

you to throw things at me even if we haven’t plotted it, throw starters, HCs you have for our muses, songs you want me to listen to, literally thrown anything you like at me okay. 

you to never feel like you need to reply or justify why you haven’t replied to me. If you don’t feel a thread, that’s cool sometimes it happens. I won’t be offended. 

you to come at me even if you’re not part of my fandom because I love cross overs. Some of my favourite threads are cross overs. 

you to have a goddamn good time in this community.

[rpmusings-galore]

       spit out the BLOOD 

             &&  keep going

                      be strong

                                     (  THEY  STILL  NEED  YOU  )